Platform 9 3/4
Violet Juanita Cole
Third year Slytherin
PureBlood
Violet looked around the station to see if muggles were looking.Once they weren't,she ran though the wall that was separating her from her way to Hogwarts.
Every year always astonished by the beauty of the Hogwarts Express,She loved it for everything even down to the bloody colour. She was quite early, only few of families were there. And one of those families were a vicious conversation at her family dinner table.
She never paid attention to her the mother and father of the family,but she knew they were pureblood's set in tradition. She truly only paid attention when their daughter came up in the conversation. Many thoughts came to Violet's mind.
" That selfish little...ugh"
"Why the hell is she so obsessive over him"
She thought to herself looking her way,But then other thoughts came.
"But i don't have any knowledge of her personality so I can't say she's selfish"
"She's actually quite beaut-"
She was snapped out of her trace to find someone standing in front of her asking if she needed help loading her luggage. She politely declined and grabbed her notebook to journal in.
Siting on her trunk, sketching her surroundings.Unaware who was walking towards her,she was startled by the presence in front of her she jumped when she looked up slightly to see no one other than the girl running though her thoughts. "What do you need"
She said to her a sarcastic tone,with her Eyebrow raised.Expecting her to say something rude,but instead she sat down right next to her silent.That was when Violet truly took in all her surroundings,Her mother had gone to the store knowing that she wouldn't have to see her off so soon.Then her eyes came to the girls family,her father
A bulky man who was clearly stronger than his wife arguing and then he pushed her to the floor.Violet got up about to pull out her wand,not even caring that it is against the law.When She put her hand over Violet's,Without even saying anything her eyes screamed Don't .So they both just sat silently as the bastard threw his wife around like a rag doll.She could that the other girl was getting flashbacks,Everytime he threw something that belonged to his daughter that was close by he threw and she started flinching at the memories that were coming back.
They just sat while the argument continued,With the girls resting there heads on each other just waiting in silence.
